He was about to speak when he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance on the tip of his nose. The fragrance was extremely aggressive and instantly paralyzed most of Balian's consciousness.
His body fell weakly back to the barren rocks, his eyes stunned.
Suddenly, there was a cold feeling on his lips, but he was overturned by something soft.
Balian found that the non-beating heart under his chest was about to explode.
What's even more surprising is that without the stimulation of drugs, he didn't dislike the kiss at all.
The salty rainwater and blood entangled in his mouth for a while, and the lips with a lingering fragrance left him.
But the woman did not stay away from him.
Because the warm breath was so close, hitting his nose.
"Remember the taste of this blood, remember me..."
It was strange that she clearly didn't want to tell him her name, but she stubbornly asked him to remember her.
A bitter smile appeared on Bailian's lips, but he saw that the woman had already stood up.
He thought the other party was leaving and wanted to get up, but the fragrance seemed to be a strong incense, making his limbs sore and weak, and a strong and heavy feeling of fatigue and lethargy came over him like a wave.
He could only reluctantly raise his hand and grasp one of her arms feebly.
"Snapped……"
A small thing fell out of her sleeve and hit Balian's arms.
"You haven't slept for a long time, have a good sleep. Don't worry, I will stay with you tonight and I won't go anywhere."
After all, the palm holding that arm couldn't stand the Sandman and slipped away.
As the darkness fell, the cold voice beside my ear became a little vague and distant, but it was extremely reassuring: "I will accompany you, and this time, I will not leave you alone again."
Everything is quiet and there is no sound in all directions.
I don't know how much time passed, but the cold feeling in his body gradually receded. The slowly flowing blood in his body made his empty, lifeless body seem to have something different.
The corpse beads rotated slowly, dyed with a thin crimson color.
The indifferent but lingering warmth in his chest caused Balian to wake up from his coma.
Opening his eyes, he found that he was still leaning against a huge barren rock.
There is darkness between heaven and earth, a lightless wilderness, and the atmosphere of curse is everywhere.
In this world, the corpse demon's eyes, adapted to the dark night, are still unable to see.
He subconsciously touched the Qiu Shui Sword, but something cold rolled into his palm.
Balian was slightly startled.
Not a dream.
This thing was left in the sleeve of the mysterious woman last night.
He touched the corners of his lips blankly, feeling confused for a moment.
The object in his palm was cold and jade-y, and he fumbled for it slightly. It seemed to be a jade flute half a foot long, with tassels hanging on the flute.
Although I can't see at the moment, I can tell how delicate and compact this jade flute is just by copying it with my hands.
Obviously, it's a woman's thing.
Balian pressed the flute with his fingers, subconsciously brought the jade flute to his lips, and played a melodious and peaceful flute sound based on only distant and vague memories.
The sound of the flute is clearer and longer, which is very pleasant to the ear.
"So you still remember this song." A clear and crisp voice sounded from the darkness.
Balian was startled, the sound of the flute stopped, and he looked towards the direction of the sound in the darkness.
The sound of the sword clanged, a clear sword light broke through the darkness, and the shrill roar of the dying beast and ghost suddenly came from the space.
The sword light soared into the sky, tearing open a huge sword opening in the black cloud cover above the valley.
The faint morning light that was not invaded by the darkness in the Chaos Valley was quickly invaded by the cursed black mist in the valley, leaving only a few fireflies dancing up and down.
In the halo of thick fog, with the unclear outline of distant mountains as the scenery, the floating spots of light depict the face of muscles and bones like snow jade.
Under the slender eyelashes intertwined with smart wings, there are amber pupils, and tiny spots of light fall into her eyes, like the first bright stars in the world, making her pupils dazzling.
The reflection in white clothes is very plain, but it is also breathtakingly beautiful.
Balian's wide-open eyes narrowed slightly, not just because the woman in front of him was too beautiful.
There are also corpses floating all over the ground in all directions, and bright red blood covers the fields. There are corpses of resentful ghosts on the ground. There are terrifying corpses of pythons floating in the overgrown weeds. The heads of giant pythons fell in a pool of blood, and their bodies were broken into pieces. A few cuts.
Obviously, the cursed creatures in this darkness had already been killed by this woman with a sword during a fight.
Although the Yin evil creature was dead, the aura leaking out of the corpse still made Bai Li'an tremble with fear.
Every monster corpse lying on the ground is considered extremely evil and difficult to destroy in the outside world, and the one with the weakest aura among them may have a state of development comparable to that of a human cultivator.
And the evil python with the strongest aura of evil exuded the aura of the spirit-carrying realm.
If it absorbs enough evil energy in this realm and evolves successfully, it will successfully overcome the tribulation and become an evil demon. This is an existence that even thousands of immortals find difficult.
But the woman in white in front of him swept away all the evil and evil things within ten miles of him in one night.
How powerful!
Parian was shocked, looked at the woman with a hoarse voice, and said: "Sister Wen..."
There was a dull pain in his head, as if he had some important memory that was about to burst out of the ground, but was suppressed by a solid rock.
This cool woman in white is none other than Wen Hanwei from the Ninth Sutra of Taixuan and the Brahma Yin Sword Sutra.
Her hand holding the sword was very steady, and bright red blood was dripping from the shining blade.
There was blood in the surrounding area for ten miles, but her white clothes were as quiet as plain, spotless, like a pure white snow lotus growing on its own in the vast pool of blood.
The pure white boots stepped on the ground with blood, and she walked towards Balian's direction, her big sleeves fluttering like an immortal.
With a flick of his wrist, the sword in his palm turned into a brilliant sword light!
Balian suddenly felt a stinging pain in the corner of his eyes, and a sharp edge was reflected between his eyes.
He didn't even have time to close his eyes subconsciously before he heard a soft scoff sound as sharp as a blade.
Immediately afterwards, a pool of hot liquid splashed on his cheek, and the hair hanging on one side was wet on his face.
Then an extremely rich and fishy smell of blood spread.
Bailian's eyes narrowed sharply, but he soon calmed down. He looked sideways at his own eyes reflected on the cold sword edge. The sword edge penetrated an inch of wild stone and nailed an extremely weird evil spirit to death.
The evil spirit had no body, only a green and faint eye.
There was not an evil spirit corpse within three feet of Bailian's body, and there was only half an inch of blood.
But such an inconspicuous little thing approached quietly.
There was a flesh-colored tentacle growing out of that green eye, and it almost reached into his ear.
But at this moment, it was so cold that the sword edge had penetrated the strange evil spirit's eye, and the tendrils covered in green mucus had also collapsed, leaving no life at all.
The blood was extremely smelly. Bailian glanced sideways and realized that the sword was just like the person he was. It was clear and beautiful, and its edge was a sea of snow. It was obviously a top-grade fairy sword.
